Good moods are fantastic. Don’t ‘cha think?

When I got home today, my sister asked me why I was so happy. Why did I laugh at everything she said? What did I have to be so happy about? She wanted me to spill the beans, but, really, there were no beans to be spilt.

Why am I happy today? There’s no particular reason. I just am. I want to be happy, so I am. And I think that’s good.